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The Infant's Skull
Or The End of the World. A Tale of the Millennium
The Infant's Skull
Or The End of the World. A Tale of the Millennium
The Infant's Skull
Or The End of the World. A Tale of the Millennium
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    The Infant's Skull Or The End of the World. A Tale of the Millennium - Eugene Sue

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    Title: The Infant's Skull

    Or The End of the World. A Tale of the Millennium

    Author: Eugène Sue

    Release Date: March 24, 2010 [eBook #31759]

    Language: English

    Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1

    ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE INFANT'S SKULL***

    E-text prepared by Chuck Greif

    and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team

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    THE INFANT'S SKULL

    OR

    THE END OF THE WORLD

    A   Tale   of   the   Millennium

    translated from the original french by

    DANIEL DE LEON

    new york labor news company, 1904

    Copyright, 1904, by the New York Labor News Company

    TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE

    Among the historic phenomena of what may be called modern antiquity, there is none comparable to that which was witnessed on the first day of the year 1000, together with its second or adjourned catastrophe thirty-two years later. The end of the world, at first daily expected by the Apostles, then postponed—upon the authority of Judaic apocalyptic writings, together with the Revelations of St. John the Divine,—to the year 1000, and then again to thirty-two years later, until it was finally adjourned sine die, was one of those beliefs, called theologic, that have had vast and disastrous mundane effect. The Infant's Skull; or, The End of the World, figures at that period. It is one of that series of charming stories by Eugene Sue in which historic personages and events are so artistically grouped that, without the fiction losing by the otherwise solid facts, and without the solid facts suffering by the fiction, both are enhanced, and combinedly act as a flash-light upon the past—and no less so upon the future.

    As with all the stories of this series by the talented Sue, The Infant's Skull; or, The End of the World, although, one of the shortest, rescues invaluable historic facts from the dark and dusty recesses where only the privileged few can otherwise reach them. Thus its educational value is equal to its entertaining merit. It is a gem in the necklace of gems that the distinguished author has felicitously named The Mysteries of the People; or The History of a Proletarian Family Across the Ages.

    DANIEL DE LEON.

    New York, April 20, 1904.

    INDEX

    PART I.

    THE CASTLE OF COMPIEGNE.

    CHAPTER I.

    THE FOUNTAIN OF THE HINDS.

    A spring of living water, known in the neighborhood by the appropriate name of the Fountain of the Hinds, empties its trickling stream under the oaks of one of the most secret recesses of the forest of Compiegne. Stags and hinds, deers and does, bucks and she-goats come to water at the spot, leaving behind them numerous imprints of their steps on the borders of the rill, or on the sandy soil of the narrow paths that these wild animals have worn across the copse.

    One early morning in the year 987, the sun being up barely an hour, a woman, plainly dressed and breathing hard with rapid walking, stepped out of one of these paths and stopped at the Fountain of the Hinds. She looked in all directions in surprise as if she expected to have been preceded by some one at the solitary rendezvous. Finding her hopes deceived, she made an impatient motion, sat down, still out of breath, on a rock near the fountain, and threw off her cape.

    The woman, barely twenty years of age, had black hair, eyes and eye-brows; her complexion was brown; and cherry-red her lips. Her features were handsome, while the mobility of her inflated nostrils and the quickness of her motions betokened a violent nature. She had rested only a little while when she rose again and walked up and down with hurried steps, stopping every now and then to listen for approaching footsteps. Catching at last the sounds of a distant footfall, she thrilled with joy and ran to the encounter of him she had been expecting. He appeared. It was a man, also in plain garb and in the vigor of age, large-sized and robust, with a piercing eye and somber, wily countenance. The young woman leaped at a bound into the arms of this personage, and passionately addressed him: Hugh, I meant to overwhelm you with reproaches; I meant to strike you; but here you are and I forget everything, and in a transport of amorous delight she added, suiting the deed to the words: Your lips! Oh, give me your lips to kiss!

    After the exchange of a shower of kisses, and disengaging himself, not without some effort, from the embrace of the fascinated woman, Hugh said to her gravely: We cannot indulge in love at this hour.

    At this hour, to-day, yesterday, to-morrow, everywhere and always, I love and shall continue to love you.

    Blanche, they are foolhardy people who use the word 'always,' when barely fourteen years separate us from the term assigned for the end of the world! This is a grave and a fearful matter!

    What! Can you have given me this early morning appointment at this secreted place, whither I have come under pretext of visiting the hermitage of St. Eusebius, to talk to me about the end of the world? Hugh ... Hugh.... To me there is no end of the world but when your love ends!

    Trifle not with sacred matters! Do you not know that in fourteen years, the first day of the year 1000, this world will cease to be and with it the people who inhabit it?

    Struck by the coldness of her lover's answers, Blanche brusquely stepped back. Her brows contracted, her nostrils dilated, her breast heaved in pain, and she darted a look at Hugh that seemed to wish to fathom the very bottom of his heart. For a few instants her gaze remained fixed upon him; she then cried in a voice trembling with rage: You love some other woman! You love me no more!

    Your words are senseless!

    "Heaven and earth! Am I also to be despised.... I the Queen!... Yes, you love some other woman, your own wife, perhaps; that Adelaide of Poitiers whom you promised

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